Who owns who here?

I swallowed hard. "Uh...Gaz? Are you..." I began. A finger over my lips silenced me. Gaz's eyes were open and wild with excitement, She smiled. It was something of a mix between sultry and manic. That's the only way I can think to describe it, even if that is hard to imagine. From my lips, her finger slowly traced along my cheek and back down again before settling under my chin.

And then she kissed me. I'm not talking about a peck on the lips either. Her tongue slid past my lips as the hand under my chin moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Her tiny body laid on mine, grinding the best she could given her position. What must have been minutes past before she slowly pulled back. As she did so, her teeth gently clamped on my bottom lip, which she pulled with her a little before letting go.

Sitting up on my lap, Gaz reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bare breasts were finally displayed up close and personal...and my damn hands were handcuffed! Well, fuck. ...another time, maybe. Maybe next time she'll be the one handcuffed to the bed. ...just hope she isn't strong enough to break the bedpost.

If she noticed my disappointment and frustration, Gaz didn't acknowledge it. "Gonna use you every which way," she mumbled. Looking down, she frowned briefly. It took me a moment to realize she was looking at my shirt. Shrugging, she gripped the fabric. "Fuck it, I'll buy you another shirt." *RRRRIIIPPPP!* ...well, good thing that wasn't one of my favorite shirts. As I had begun to expect, Gaz lifted the shredded fabric to her nose and inhaled. Shuddering with delighted arousal, she shoved it into her bag, which she had placed on the bed. Her obsession with my scent was both hot and disturbing. I decided it was more hot than disturbing for the time being. If she ever starts cutting locks of my hair, we'll have a problem.

My shirt taken care of, she moved on to my pants. Thankfully they were removable without tearing them off and Gaz retained enough self control to realize that. Once I was naked, she hopped off the bed. Taking in a moment to drink in the sight (I could feel her gaze going up and down my body, despite not being able to see her eyes at the moment), she removed her skirt and leggings. Hmm. I was mistaken. She wasn't wearing a thong. Her bubble butt just sort of swallowed her panties in a thong-like manner. That became clear when she pulled them off and tossed them aside. ...huh...landing strip style.

Opening her right eye, Gaz grinned. It actually took a moment for me to understand why. This display was having an obvious effect on me, my member now full erect. I really should have drank more water today. I have a feeling I'm going to be **** for fluids later.